One Final Year ((Caleb and Bryce))

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“No way.” Jamison shook his head eyeing the blonde headed girl in front of him. “Please Jame.” She begged. “Wendi. C’mon last summer you stayed with Carr and you didn’t come home last Christmas. Gram and Gramps miss you. Come home just for Christmas.” Wendi sighed. It seemed she had already made up her mind of course. Little sisters. “C’mon Jame. I can spend the holiday in Turkey with Aunt Belle and Jonathan!” She exclaimed. Jamison sighed and offered a small smile. It did sound like fun. “You know you have to talk to Gram. She makes the final decisions when it comes to you.” Jamison was supposed to take over custody of Wendi when he came of age, but it was more difficult that that. They were both tied to their grand-parents and Wendi was the only remaining link to them. Both Jamison and Wendi knew that if Jamison took care of Wendi, their grand-parents would travel the world. This was something that neither of them was ready for. After all, both teens had been raised by their grand-parents. It was hard to let go of something you’ve known for your whole life. It just was.

“I’ll talk to her.” Wendi said before shaking her blonde hair about a bit, and then walking away. Jamison noticed the stares Wendi got from some fifth year boys as she walked away. It was weird really. Jamison still thought of Wendi as the first year who wouldn’t shut up. She had changed, that was for sure, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. Jamison had just hoped that it would be later. Was he ready for his sister to be like this? Hell no, but he had to get over it. Jamison walked the opposite way as Wendi down the corridor. He couldn’t think about her any longer. Wendi had to make her own decisions and she would. She knew exactly what she wanted and she knew how to get it.

After spending some time doing Prefect’s Duties, Jamison finally had enough and made his way to the Prefect’s Lounge. Well, there was only so much point deducting that could be done a day. Jamison only deducted points when it was necessary. He liked being a role-model to some students, but he still did his job. After all being a Prefect was good to prepare for work after graduation. Or at least that was what the teachers kept telling him. After took a deep breath. In between Prefects Duties and coursework, Jamison barely had a life. He hardly had time to see Meyghan, but he knew that she was busy as well. Both of them would have to work hard their 7th year to do what they wanted to do after graduation and that meant hardly any time to spend with each other. Jamison missed her, yes, but he knew that he had to get used to being busy. His life would be that way for awhile.

Jamison walked into the Prefect Lounge and fell instantly on a couch. Well, it had been a long day. At least he didn’t have any homework which was a rare treat. The teachers loved to pound the seventh years with it. Jamison sat up after a moment. Prefects from different houses were scattered about the room but he didn’t feel like talking to any of them for once. It was nice to get a minute of quiet, even if it was only for a minute. Jamison finally got bored and picked up a copy of The Daily Profit that was lying on the table next to the couch. He could hear a few fifth years talking in the corner about a stink bomb some Slytherin set off in the Great Hall, but he didn’t pay attention or at least he would ask about it later. Jamison continued to read the paper until her heard voices near him.

[Bryce Alexander]

Today was one of those days where Bryce felt like all his energy had been sucked from him. Classes seemed to drag and he just wanted to be able to back to his room, collapse on his bed, and possibly even get to sleep earlier than usual. But... he couldn't do that tonight. Instead, he was scheduled for prefect duties starting after curfew and lasting for two hours. They weren't terrible, but Bryce found them awfully boring. When there wasn't something or someone to keep him busy, he got bored rather quick. Sometimes he wished that Ashley or Weetzie could join him, but that was against the rules. He would have liked the company though.

Deciding it was best to head to the prefect lounge and do some homework so that the temptation of his bed wouldn't win him over, Bryce loaded his books in his bag and left the Herbology greenhouse as he made his way back to the castle. He hurried to catch up with Ash when he saw her going in the front of the castle. "Hey!" he said, stopping her before she went to the Hufflepuff common room. "I have to go to the prefect lounge; think you could give these to Weetzie?" Bryce wouldn't have normally asked Ash to do that, but he couldn't get into the girls' dormitory. "Sorrry," he said, wrinkling his nose to let Ash know that he really wouldn't have asked her to do it unless he was desperate. Before she could protest, though he was sure she wouldnt... Ash was just easy-going like that for the most part, Bryce was off to the prefect lounge.

Entering, the first person he saw was Caleb Donnelly. The Slytherin had only conversed with Bryce on a few occasions, but Bryce knew he was better than a lot of the guys from his house. Their last meaningful conversation was the previous year in which they both revealed their wish to be head boy. However, it ended up that neither of them received it, and it went to the Ravenclaw 7th year male in stead; Jamison Parson. "Hey Caleb," he greeted, taking a seat beside him. As he sat, Bryce saw that Jamison was actually just a few couches away reading the Daily Prophet. "Jamison," Bryce shouted across the room. "What do you say about covering my shift tonight." He was joking of course, and he was sure Jamison would realize that. Of course, Bryce knew Jamison took his position very seriously, and if Bryce really did need the night off, it wouldn't have surprised him if Jamison agreed to cover.

[Caleb Donnelly S7]

Caleb filtered through the last of his spell working, his eyes on the page before him in the Transfiguration book. He had been studying extra hard in the class due to his flighty mind over the last couple weeks. Of course what could you expect from him as he and Fiona had finally found the paperwork to his birth parents. It had been an amazing thing during the summer and coming during the holiday break he was going to find them. He still hadn’t found an address for where his mother lived. The thought made him sigh just before a loud explosion sounded near him. He looked up from the book and at the kids several tables over in the student lounge that had accidentally exploded a cup of water. No doubt trying to mix something illegal, he moved toward them, his prefect badge glinting in the candlelight. The moment they say it they acted innocent, saying it was only a simple spell that wasn’t meant to do any arm “just for fun,” they said. Caleb dismissed them quickly not really in the mood to get anyone into trouble as he picked up his own bag, shoving his book inside. Maybe it was time to study in a lounge that didn’t attract a large crowd.

Maneuvering through the slightly crowded hallway, Caleb realized that classes must have just let out for the day. He wasn’t too worried though about it as he found the secret entrance to the Prefects Lounge. He sighed as he muttered the password and disappeared behind the door, his eyes falling over the room full of prefects. It was quiet though…much quieter than the student lounge had been. He muttered again to himself as he sat down on one of the couches. It had been a long day and he had found himself muttering more often to himself. When he wasn’t trying to drag Fiona out from hiding he was by himself muttering away about things that needed to be done or trying to sooth himself over the fact that he had still not found the address he needed to find his birth parents. Now that the winter holidays were swiftly approaching Caleb had found that he couldn’t hide his anticipation from his close friends, especially Fiona, who he had come to confide in. He wondered if she’d be free to take to his parent’s house this winter. He knew she didn’t go to her aunt and uncles, who were her rightful guardians now that her parents were dead, well thought to be dead. No, she stayed far away from them, living alone in the O’Reilly castle, waiting for the moment when her father would return to say something about where he’d been. Caleb knew she was worried about him, though she didn’t say anything.

The thought perturbed him slightly, as he pulled out his book and began to read, he wasn’t sure how long had passed or how many times he’d read the same paragraph. Caleb finally gave up as a voice greeted him. He looked up amusement written on his face as he saw Bryce Alexander. It had been awhile since the two of them had had a good conversation, the last time being their competitive natures coming out, as both discussed wanting to become head boy. Unfortunately that was not a battle he had won, although he wished he had. At that point Bryce called out to Jamison who sat not far away and Caleb’s green eyes fell on the one who had beat them both out for Head Boy. He had to smirk at the thought. Caleb had thought for sure he was going to get the position, but it seemed he still had his flaws he had to learn from, his overbearing ego was one of those flaws. “Hey Jamison,” Caleb greeted soon after Bryce. Caleb quirked an eyebrow up at Bryce as he asked Jamison to cover his shift. He had to chuckle softly at the idea, he had only ever asked someone to take his shift when he absolutely couldn’t and that didn’t happen too often. Caleb enjoyed patrolling the halls, of course he also enjoyed taking house points away, but that was just because he didn’t have much else to do with his time. “I could take your shift if you don’t want to patrol. I don’t have any plans for the night.”

((Sorry it took so long to reply. Real life ws kicking my butt.))